Disclaimer: I do not (unfortunately) own anyone of anything in Finding Neverland, or Peter Pan, for that matter.

Finding Peter Pan

James Matthew Barrie's dark chocolate eyes glazed over. He saw Sylvia dancing, swinging her shining blond hair from side to side, swaying the hips that completed her perfect hour glass figure. She twirled, causing her long, off pink gown to form a perfect circle around her long, slender legs. Her toes curled into the soft soil of the earth, the earth that James had created. Neverland.

He sighed heavily, and ran his hands over the dominant cheekbones that distinguished his worn face. It's been a year. A whole year. She's gone, James. Nothing you can do about it. Move on. She's gone to Neverland. Neverland. A place you can't go. You're an adult. Neverland is for children.

As hard as James tried, he couldn't remove the twinkling sound of Sylvia's laugh, the way her blue eyes danced in her pale face. He missed her, every moment with her had been filled with overwhelming happiness, every minute without was filled with deep sorrow. Tears threatened to spill from James' eyes. He wiped them away angrily, suddenly mad at himself. Why dwell on the past? He had the boys to take care of.

The elegant grandfather clock in the Llewellyn-Davies household began to strike midnight. With each dong of the magnificent bell inside the clock, James' eyes began to droop more and more, slowly closing. The last gong rang out, echoing in the silent room. The only other sound present was the whimper of Nana, and the slow sound of James' breathing. James' lay, head resting on the back of the uncomfortable, flowered armchair, sleeping deeply.

The sun shone through James' eyelids, waking him up. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly, replaying the dream he had almost every night. Or was it a nightmare? The dream began with Sylvia looking around with her twinkling eyes, awestruck, at the place James had created. Neverland. Fairies sang and giggled, flicking their hair around. Pirates snuck into view from the mist, then slowly retreated. Tiger-Lily led the other Indians silently through the forest. She had a quick glimpse of Peter Pan. "That, is Neverland," James whispered, not wanting to disturb Sylvia's first trip to Neverland. With a peaceful smile resting upon her face, she ventured forth, into the mist.

James groaned. It was absolutely freezing. He groggily reached down to pull up the covers over himself, keeping his eyes shut. Something wet touched his hand. James then realized something was digging into his back. His face was lying upon a cool, hard surface. Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings. His face had been lying on a rock, a twig had been digging into his back, and he was laying on a bed of……leaves? James sprang into a sitting position. His dark hair flopped into his face, and he nervously brushed it away. Where am I? This must be a dream. Pinch yourself, James, and you'll wake up. James reached down, and pinched his thigh. Pain seared through his leg. Or you could not be dreaming. What's going on? Suddenly, James heard someone snickering. The bush adjacent to him was shaking. He quickly backed up, cutting his hand on the jagged edge of a rock. James gasped, inspecting the cut that blood was leaking out of it. A snicker sounded again.

'Whowho's there?' James gulped, his voice breaking.

A young boy, with a freckled face, leaped out of the bushes. He wore a green tunic, and black paint was smeared beneath his dancing eyes.

'Peter Pan, at your service.'